Poetry

Cinnamon Toast, Winter 1954

Cinnamon Toast, Winter 1954

By March 30, 2023
Toast with zing, cut diagonally, sugar and cinnamon-candy for breakfast.
The Kitchen Remembers My World

The Kitchen Remembers My World

By February 3, 2023
Clinging, the kitchen remembers my world in black and white, damn the color.
Immigrant’s Mnemonic

Immigrant’s Mnemonic

By January 15, 2023
I refuse to admit I am starved for refuge.
Mother Mushroom and Her Children 

Mother Mushroom and Her Children 

By January 14, 2023
Mom-capped Mom. She’s tired, slumped, surrounded by six little ones.
Ellen Bass

Ellen Bass

By January 14, 2023
Everything we read, if we read it deeply enough, changes us.
Apiary Aches

Apiary Aches

By January 11, 2023
Bees love catnip; they go crazy for it; afterward, we drowsed, full of honeyed sweetness like the bees that browse
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